Ch: 14
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Harry groaned and slowly turned over. A deep and incessant noise sounded from his left and, seeing as it probably wouldn't stop anytime soon, Harry opened his eyes but only closed them again in pain. The white light that glared off the walls reflected into Harry's sensitive eyes and hurt his suffering brain.
"About time, Harry. I've been sitting here bored to death for the last two hours waiting for your lazy ass to finally wake up." That smug voice could only belong to one person- Draco Malfoy. "Leave me alone, Draco. Can't you see that I am trying to sleep in my own bed?" Draco laughed softly and leaned over the bed. Harry felt Draco move his hands and place his much needed glasses onto his face. "Open your eyes Harry. You're not in the dungeons; you're in the Hospital Wing again."
Harry opened his eyes as memories of what happened filtered into his brain in a hasty rush. Before he could open his mouth to explain what happened, Madame Pomfrey came bustling around the curtain. "Oh good, you're awake Mister Potter. You just can't seem to stay away from this place can you." It was more of a statement than a question but the nurse didn't seem to want an answer. Instead, she contented herself with poking and prodding at him to make sure he was okay. Draco stood off to the side and silently laughed as the squirming Harry Potter.
"I expect you to stay out of trouble, Potter. As much as I would love to see you, I don't like seeing students in sever medical conditions every day. If you would ever like to visit, do so in one piece. You are not to move one inch and I expect you, Mr. Malfoy, to make sure he doesn't! The headmaster will be here soon to see you." With a final stern look, the nurse bustled off to her office, leaving a shocked Mr. Potter behind on the bed.
"Wha?" Draco shook his head and sat down, still laughing. "Ignore her, Harry. She has a right to worry, seeing as to how you were out cold for three days straight." "Three?" Draco nodded, his loose hair falling around his face. "What's with the no-gel?" Harry asked intrigued. Harry thought he looked cute and younger with his snow-white hair falling were it would. Harry was lost in an idle fantasy and missed Draco's answer. "Hmmm?" Draco looked amused. "I said, I thought someone would like it."
Harry was about to ask who Draco fancied when the Headmaster himself walked in. "Harry, I'm glad to see you up and about. May I ask what happened? You had everyone worried!" 'Yeah I bet I did.' Harry briefly explained what happened. When he finally finished, two pairs of astonished eyes stared at him. "And you have no idea who did this?" the headmaster asked. Harry shook his head. The twinkle in the old man's eyes had died out in the concern for Harry.
"Mr. Malfoy. Please keep an eye out for Mr. Potter and make sure that nothing happens. I hope you enjoy your day off Harry. I'll talk to your head of house to inform him of the situation. Until dinner than." With a swift swish of his cloaks, Dumbledore was up out of his chair and out of the door faster than you could say 'Abracadabra'. "I hate when he does that." With Draco's help, considering Harry was still a little woozy, they walked out of the hospital wing and headed towards the dungeons. On the way they made a list of who could have possibly want to kill Harry but discarded half of them immediately. For, as Harry stated, half the school would want to kill him on the account of Slytherin's sure win of the House Cup.
Harry forgot about the incident in a rush of make-up homework and the upcoming Quidditch tryouts. Almost the entire entire House was wishing him luck, silently hoping that he would win the Seeker position. Even Draco wished him luck- although grudgingly- and finally admitted that he really wanted to be a beater.
Meanwhile, in a classroom far away, a stalker silently cursed their bad luck and slowly planned their next move.
The day of the try-outs had finally arrived. Harry and Draco stood out on the pitch, making fun of the younger players who tried out. "He's pretty good," Harry commented. The big burly blond fourth year was trying out for the keeper's position. "Yes he is. If there isn't anyone else that can block seven of the nine throws thrown at the hoop than he has a good shot."
Harry nodded and thought. No one else wanted to try out for the position of the Seeker, so Harry didn't have to worry about making the team. Draco, however, was up against three other people. Harry had no clue how well the others played and he silently offered his obsession good luck. "You know, Harry, the first Hogsmead visit is coming up this weekend. Are you going with anyone?" asked Draco blandly. Harry's mind immediately blanked. Was his crush asking him out? He asked Draco the exact same question and was met with soft silver eyes. "I don't know. Would you?"
In answer to his question, Harry reached over and pushed the surprisingly soft hair off Draco's head and slowly touched his lips to Draco's. It was a brief kiss, full of warmth and soft lips, small sighs and little satisfaction. "What do you think?" he replied, his voice husky with want. Draco grinned a silly grin as all the Slytherins around them clapped and whistled. They both blushed lightly but Draco's name was called and off he went.
Draco preformed beautifully, his small frame giving him more speed and better maneuvering capabilities. By the time try-outs were over, Harry and Draco both had the positions they each wanted. They shyly held hands and walked back to the changing stations as Draco explained that the wizarding world held more gay couples than the muggle world, so everyone excepted the idea with open arms.
Neither noticed the hateful gazes directed at their back.
AN: Yawn! I'm so tired! Well, here is the slash I have promised and I will reveille Harry and Draco's position in the upcoming war later on. Sorry about the length but please review! ~Ta-ta
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Harry groaned and slowly turned over. A deep and incessant noise sounded from his left and, seeing as it probably wouldn't stop anytime soon, Harry opened his eyes but only closed them again in pain. The white light that glared off the walls reflected into Harry's sensitive eyes and hurt his suffering brain.
"About time, Harry. I've been sitting here bored to death for the last two hours waiting for your lazy ass to finally wake up." That smug voice could only belong to one person- Draco Malfoy. "Leave me alone, Draco. Can't you see that I am trying to sleep in my own bed?" Draco laughed softly and leaned over the bed. Harry felt Draco move his hands and place his much needed glasses onto his face. "Open your eyes Harry. You're not in the dungeons; you're in the Hospital Wing again."
Harry opened his eyes as memories of what happened filtered into his brain in a hasty rush. Before he could open his mouth to explain what happened, Madame Pomfrey came bustling around the curtain. "Oh good, you're awake Mister Potter. You just can't seem to stay away from this place can you." It was more of a statement than a question but the nurse didn't seem to want an answer. Instead, she contented herself with poking and prodding at him to make sure he was okay. Draco stood off to the side and silently laughed as the squirming Harry Potter.
"I expect you to stay out of trouble, Potter. As much as I would love to see you, I don't like seeing students in sever medical conditions every day. If you would ever like to visit, do so in one piece. You are not to move one inch and I expect you, Mr. Malfoy, to make sure he doesn't! The headmaster will be here soon to see you." With a final stern look, the nurse bustled off to her office, leaving a shocked Mr. Potter behind on the bed.
"Wha?" Draco shook his head and sat down, still laughing. "Ignore her, Harry. She has a right to worry, seeing as to how you were out cold for three days straight." "Three?" Draco nodded, his loose hair falling around his face. "What's with the no-gel?" Harry asked intrigued. Harry thought he looked cute and younger with his snow-white hair falling were it would. Harry was lost in an idle fantasy and missed Draco's answer. "Hmmm?" Draco looked amused. "I said, I thought someone would like it."
Harry was about to ask who Draco fancied when the Headmaster himself walked in. "Harry, I'm glad to see you up and about. May I ask what happened? You had everyone worried!" 'Yeah I bet I did.' Harry briefly explained what happened. When he finally finished, two pairs of astonished eyes stared at him. "And you have no idea who did this?" the headmaster asked. Harry shook his head. The twinkle in the old man's eyes had died out in the concern for Harry.
"Mr. Malfoy. Please keep an eye out for Mr. Potter and make sure that nothing happens. I hope you enjoy your day off Harry. I'll talk to your head of house to inform him of the situation. Until dinner than." With a swift swish of his cloaks, Dumbledore was up out of his chair and out of the door faster than you could say 'Abracadabra'. "I hate when he does that." With Draco's help, considering Harry was still a little woozy, they walked out of the hospital wing and headed towards the dungeons. On the way they made a list of who could have possibly want to kill Harry but discarded half of them immediately. For, as Harry stated, half the school would want to kill him on the account of Slytherin's sure win of the House Cup.
Harry forgot about the incident in a rush of make-up homework and the upcoming Quidditch tryouts. Almost the entire entire House was wishing him luck, silently hoping that he would win the Seeker position. Even Draco wished him luck- although grudgingly- and finally admitted that he really wanted to be a beater.
Meanwhile, in a classroom far away, a stalker silently cursed their bad luck and slowly planned their next move.
The day of the try-outs had finally arrived. Harry and Draco stood out on the pitch, making fun of the younger players who tried out. "He's pretty good," Harry commented. The big burly blond fourth year was trying out for the keeper's position. "Yes he is. If there isn't anyone else that can block seven of the nine throws thrown at the hoop than he has a good shot."
Harry nodded and thought. No one else wanted to try out for the position of the Seeker, so Harry didn't have to worry about making the team. Draco, however, was up against three other people. Harry had no clue how well the others played and he silently offered his obsession good luck. "You know, Harry, the first Hogsmead visit is coming up this weekend. Are you going with anyone?" asked Draco blandly. Harry's mind immediately blanked. Was his crush asking him out? He asked Draco the exact same question and was met with soft silver eyes. "I don't know. Would you?"
In answer to his question, Harry reached over and pushed the surprisingly soft hair off Draco's head and slowly touched his lips to Draco's. It was a brief kiss, full of warmth and soft lips, small sighs and little satisfaction. "What do you think?" he replied, his voice husky with want. Draco grinned a silly grin as all the Slytherins around them clapped and whistled. They both blushed lightly but Draco's name was called and off he went.
Draco preformed beautifully, his small frame giving him more speed and better maneuvering capabilities. By the time try-outs were over, Harry and Draco both had the positions they each wanted. They shyly held hands and walked back to the changing stations as Draco explained that the wizarding world held more gay couples than the muggle world, so everyone excepted the idea with open arms.
Neither noticed the hateful gazes directed at their back.
AN: Yawn! I'm so tired! Well, here is the slash I have promised and I will reveille Harry and Draco's position in the upcoming war later on. Sorry about the length but please review! ~Ta-ta